I can’t relate to your razzle-dazzle, your wish for voluptuous when my symphony is spanx.

I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.

We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art?

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

in the corner of the painting of successthe signature is blurred

Like the kite that caught up to the sky, painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of—

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty,

Maybe I’m still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

Today I am even richer.

There was nothing but power, and those who hadn't yet found the tap. (Greachin)

I just loved comedy as a kid and I think at some point, it just occurred to me that you could try it, and I did.

Continuous persecution of widows and orphans is a crime. Even the Bible says there is a specific place in hell for those who oppress widows.

I was in detention a lot.

It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind, I think they're crazy. Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find there's no need.

I think about being married again, having a home and a wife. No one can ever be married too many times, and maybe if I keep trying I'll get it right one day.

The relentless pursuit of perfection has been my problem over the years. It's maybe held me back.

Under capitalism, man oppresses man. But under socialism, it's the other way around.